I once dreamed that I was walking home from school when I heard this very faint explosion which was accompanied with a large flash. Suddenly, a mushroom cloud sprouted to the north of me, turning the sky into a greenish color. I ran home and turned on the news and found out that the Russians had bombed Maine with a nuclear bomb capable of being seen thousands of miles away and that the entirety of the state had been wiped out.
I had a bit of a cut here.
I was on a plane above the blast site, which was an extremely large crater that reached thousands of miles deep into a black abyss. As the plane circled, I noticed there was smoke billowing out of one of the engines before screaming, "We're going to die!" Almost immediately, we nose dived into the crater and I woke up.
